Just now, Bo Yaolian was watching very intently.
But all he saw were two green grasses.
Although he didn’t know any experts, he knew they couldn’t be anything particularly valuable.
Because they looked extremely ordinary.
Originally, Hu Xiaobei had a calm expression, but upon hearing his words, he coldly said, "Ordinary grass? What do you mean, you don’t want compensation?"
"Compensation?"
Seeing that he still didn’t understand, Hu Xiaobei bluntly clarified his point!
"Yes, this is the best treasure of our Xiaohe Village, each one is worth more than five hundred thousand, for two, I’ll give you a discount, just give me a million."
"This..."
Bo Yaolian was dumbfounded because he didn’t expect Hu Xiaobei to be so ruthless.
Two such ordinary grasses daring to demand a million.
After Hu Xiaobei announced the price, Xuan Jingjing seriously looked at them.
Honestly, she really didn’t see them as being particularly valuable because they were all over the roadside now.
"What? So you really don’t plan to compensate?"
Bo Yaolian looked at Hu Xiaobei, and quickly said, "Master Xiaobei, if it were my fault, I’d certainly be willing to compensate, but... but it’s clearly not my fault! And these are just the most ordinary foxtails!"
Hearing Bo Yaolian’s lengthy argument, Hu Xiaobei spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "Oh? So you’re implying I’m extorting?"
"I... I didn’t, I certainly didn’t mean that! But isn’t the price too high!"
Bo Yaolian knew he’d have to bleed money today...
But he still didn’t want to spend that much, so he wanted to negotiate with Hu Xia.
Hu Xiaobei knew what he meant, squinted a little, and said, "A hundred thousand, that’s the bottom line. If not a hundred thousand, you ain’t leaving today!"
"Fine! A hundred thousand it is, I accept!"
Hearing Bo Yaolian agree straightforwardly, Hu Xiaobei knew he’d have to settle for less.
"This won’t teach this trash a lesson!"
Thinking this, Hu Xiaobei squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "When I said a hundred thousand, I meant per plant. Two plants will be two hundred thousand!"
"You... fine! Two hundred thousand! Give me your account!"
"Should’ve been this straightforward from the start!"
After saying it plainly, Hu Xiaobei gave the account details.
After that, Hu Xiaobei received a text message.
Knowing the money was in, Hu Xiaobei pointed at the two foxtails on the ground and said faintly, "By the way, them, do you plan to take them?"
"Yes!"
Bo Yaolian replied in a low voice.
He knew since he spent two hundred thousand, he had to take something home.
"Well, when you dig them out, don’t take the soil, otherwise, there’ll be an additional ten thousand soil fee."
Pfft!
Bo Yaolian spat out old blood!
He was thoroughly convinced at this point...


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